Hello Steve by The Legendary Reaper
Steve stood, and watched as the magnificent hand of the Overlord came down and shaped his new world.
An initial flat layer of Eternal-rock, "Bedrock" as the Overlord had called it many times before, spread from a single starting point ever outwards, blanketing the void below it in its mighty armor.
Followed swiftly by "Stone", the resource that was most abundant in the world, forming the vast majority of the world.
And the "Ore", was slotted in randomly afterwards.
From "Coal" to "Iron".
"Gold" to "Lapis Lazuli".
"Diamond" to "Emerald".
"Ore" was slotted into the world intermittently.
Next, the "Earth" was formed from nothing, blanketing the solid and seemingly immovable stone in its deep and rich texture.
Soon, that was followed by "Grass", the green of the world.
Upon the "Grass", "Fauna" and "Flora" simply winked into existence as though simply willed into existence by a higher power gracing the land with the vibrancy associated with "Life".
Steve was brought abruptly from his awe and reverence, when he was dropped into the world, on his feet but this wasn't new.
Steve had been in this exact same position many, many times but this.
This was the first time he'd been here without the phantom strings tugging on his limbs.
Without the overriding desire to go and explore, to move to those phantom limbs and it was intoxicating.
The sheer power he now held over his own movements.
He wasn't being controlled by the overlord, apparently he'd been left on his own as a reward for his services rendered.
Steve… Steve took a look around and sighed.
Because he had seen more, done more and experienced more than anything else in this world.
He remembered all the other worlds, every single one that he'd been dumped into.
Some worlds, he was sent on a grand adventure spanning millions and even billions of blocks and some.
He was even confined to an island in the sky with nothing but what was given in a chest.
Sometimes, he was placed on a flat land with nothing but grass and the occasional village, having to survive from uncooked meat and scavenged supplies, more than once he'd been forced to eat the flesh of the bones of zombies to simply survive.
He had seen it all, from monoliths that spanned the entirety of sky itself to underwater palaces that lasted eternity.
He seen all the other planes of existence at one time or another.
The Nether was nothing new to him, he'd been there and done everything there was to do within it.
He'd been to the "End" and fought the dragon, that Steve had affectionately named, "the Ender Dragon." For it resided within the "End".
He'd fought all number of enemies, from simple skeletons to Endermen who had stolen parts of his house.
Steve had, at one stage or another fought everything and anything there was to fight.
Steve looked around again, at the lush landscape's around him or would've had there been any, he stood in a frozen tundra of epic proportions.
With snow and frozen pines stretching as far as the eye could see, dotted with the occasional clearing and ponds, skinned ponds that had been frozen over from the arctic hell that he was in.
Almost immediately after noting his location, in a tree, the cold set it and he knew from previous experience that it would stay that way, cold.
He would never freeze but he would starve and drown.
But he could walk in the deserts for days on end without a drink and survive, albeit mightily parched.
He could sit still in a frozen tundra for days and survive, only mildly hungry and thirsty afterwards.
Shove him in water however?
He'd last a little less than three minutes before needing air again.
Steve absently reached out for the small stick that had apparently fallen from further up the tree
Seeing its use in crafting, he kept it, stowing it in his pants, round the back.
Looking around for an easy way down, and upon spotting none serviceable, he took a leap of faith over the side of the tree, to another tree.
And from there to another tree with minimal and small pauses between each jump.
Continuing on with his trendy and demented parkour, Steve continued to jump from tree to tree, further inland from the ocean behind him, letting the ocean slip into the background.
Upon reaching his destination, Steve took a running jump, and with a mighty leap, jumped from the side of tree, landing on a sizable pile of snow, to dissipate the fall and any damage he would've accumulated if he'd not aimed for the pile of willing snow.
A quick scan of the area revealed it to be serviceable for what he wanted to do, mainly set up a base to continue his operations and begin hunting food of some kind as he could feel the beginning of the ravenous hunger setting in.
The area itself was a flat plain, dotted by few trees but enough for some blocking and form a decent barrier against the being's that stalk the night, or Mobs as the Overlord had called them many times in the past.
Seeing as this was an easily defensible area, he got to work initially by banging on the nearest wooden trunk with his stick.
Watching with satisfaction the cracks growing over the specific area, he was thwacking away at and soon, like many others before it.
It fell, with many groans of protest and the whines and cracks associated with a tree falling filling the air with its cacophonous noise, Steve felt the ridiculous urge to yell something, and upon giving into the urge he let himself.
"TIMMMBEEER!" Steve shouted out filling the air with his rumbling voice, followed swiftly by the absolutely thunderous sound of a tree falling.
When he looked back at the base Steve froze, absolutely looking as though he was a statue, for standing on the stump of the now destroyed tree, was a purple haired alien as tall as he was.
Its shapes were all wrong, its hair color, its features, IT EVEN HAD WINGS!
And before he could do anything after getting over his thought grinding discovery, the being, thing, ALIEN – spoke, in a melodic voice filling his ears with hope and lulling his senses to sleep dragging him along with it.
Steve would've fallen asleep had he not resisted with all his worth.
"Hello Steve, I'm Black Wing and I think there's something I can do for you, for a price."
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{So as I said, Don't look too deep into this one. Just some writing to pass the time cause' I was bored.
I'll leave it up to you guys to guess what It's from it shouldn't be too hard... Hopefully you'll get it (Will smack head if you don't - If you don't play it, then reluctantly as I am to admit it you have an excuse) - The Legendary Reaper}
(P.S. it's Minecraft isn't it? roughstar333)
